23

It's tough when the thoughts come flooding in whilst in the midst of the lecturer's, well, lecture. I always have to dam them into my catchment area before they get swept away with the tides, yet I each time I do that I stand the risk of missing out on the rest of the lecture—or sensing the judging eyes boring at the back of my neck as I enter my own world of scribbles and dribbles (on my mobile devices). Halp.

And for some weird reason, I don't think I'm doing enough work but my body is already turning itself against me. Three-and-a-half papers to write with three weeks to go, taking over an extra class for Sunday School for the next couple of weeks, a month of youth activities to plan for June, vocal exams coming up. Honestly, I don't know how I do what I do, but I know that it is not I that do.

I covet much of your prayers! Lord help us all.